I Would Rather Have Been

I'd Be In My Hotel Room, Smoking Too Much, Drinking, Going To Clubs, Just Being Numb. That Was Being In Jail To Me. I Wasn't Happy At All On The Streets. That Was The Addict Speaking.

I Can't Give Up. It's A Rap Thang. And I Ain't Goin Back To The Crack Game.

The Realest People Don’t Have A Lot Of Friends.

I Don't Understand How People Can Stand Next To You One Year,and Next Year, They Cannot. They're Going Crazy, Screaming. They Can't Take It That You're There. But Last Year I Was In The Same Club,walking Around,lonely Like A Motherfucker. Couldn't Get A Date Or A Dance. I Was Too Skinny, Too Something, And Now, "he's Just Adorable. He's Just, Oh!

And I Hope I'm Forgiven For Thug Livin When I Die.